Today’s Davenport is wondering if putting flowers on a flower’s grave is gauche.[image d

Today’s Davenport is wondering if putting flowers on a flower’s grave is gauche.

[image description: two images following an anon ask reading, “ I know this is a silly prompt but I need a laugh and you all are my hope spot. My gladiolus which was basically my emotional support plant died today after a long battle with Fusarium rot, which I’m devastated about as it was due to bloom in the next fortnight after 2&½ months of love, joy and care. Could I have Davenport overseeing a plant funeral for Merle or something please? Thank you” Following this is Davenport, Barry and Merle at a plant funeral. Dav reads the rites as Merle is inconsolable messy crying as Barry pats him. Dav looks confused as he looks at Merle’s bibble, “-and to conclude these services for Gladys the Gladiolus, I’m going to read a … traditional Pannite chant possibly: Paaaaan Paaaaaaaaan he’s the maaan. Pan pan! Whooo Pan!” this is cut off by Merle’s louder crying. The last image is Merle tossing himself onto Barry and hugging his leg while Barry and Dav try comforting him. Dav whispers to barry: “D-don’t you have any necromancer powers to help?”. Barry whisper-replies, “Plants don’t have souls; I kinda need those to work”. Merle wails, “GLADYS HAD HEART” in response. End description]